(CHORUS)This is the story of a revolutionCharacters of proletarian action in the scriptTo organize the struggle towards emancipationOF THE ONE WHO LISTENS THIS SONG ... OF THE ONE FEELING THIS SONG.(Bis)(FIRST STROKE / first act)Carondelet has trembledThe mob has risenHe has voted presidents that this people have plunderedMore there is no direction, many seek the sameThe cake of the State, climb with opportunismBut the popular earthquake will explode against fascismThe heart will hurry to communismIron we will beEmancipate a townI rebel, I revolt, you do not have to take a step backIf coffee is not for everyone we swear that there will be no peaceThe communists want the truth!It is our need, transform realityTopple this system and this turbulent worldWho has thousands of hungry with an empty bellyIn the face of this tyranny we seek harmonyLet no one else go hungry ... except the bourgeoisieLoaded with ideology at the service of struggleFlooding of words the drought for the listenerTaking my chucha out! In political rapMaking it practical, making it criticalApocalyptic thought of this capitalismTactical syllables disarm fascismFanatical pamphlets of good socialismFor communism, the Proletarian BlockThe struggle of the people that is forged daily.(CHORUS)This is the story of a revolutionCharacters of proletarian action in the scriptTo organize the struggle towards emancipationOF THE ONE WHO LISTENS THIS SONG ... OF THE ONE FEELING THIS SONG.(Bis)(SECOND STROKE / second act)What inspires me?This anger inspires meTo see that enduring hunger with drugs they deliriouslySee so much lieThe rotten human beingThe worker woman chira and the peasant fuckedEating from the floor, sweeping ashes,concise is the coup of the bourgeoisieempty my piggy bank, steal my foodthey take my life without fucking permissionI need it to be the hitthat no tyrant overguillotine for the banker and the power for the worker!Guillotine for the tycoon and power for the workerTo see pig, combat, with armed guerrillas.